Chapter 18

Kissing Tom was pleasant. I still had my arms around him. I pulled away staring into his eyes. Just getting lost into them. He used his back hand to stroke my face.

"So?" Tom asked.

"So what?" I heard the front door open, in a loud bang.

"I thought my door was locked?" I walked over with Tom. Chantelle was at the door looking kinda pissed.

"Tom what are you doing here?"

"Talking." She walked over to him.

"Omg! You have scratches." Toms eyes went wide. I stared at him.

"Wait I thought you gave it to him…--

"Why would I? Aww, Tommi did that slut give it to you?"

"Chantelle no---"

"WHAT!" I cut in. "TOM YOU'VE BEEN LYING, that's not a surprise. AND YOU-- YOU DIRTY WHORE WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOTEL ROOM." I walked directly up to her face. Tom tried to hold me back but no.

"So now you tough?"

"GIRL! I'm FROM L.A. BITCH I CAN KNOCK YOU OUT ANYDAY!" She tried to punch me but I dodged. I slammed her into the wall punching her. Tom took me by the waist. Bill and Julia came through the door also holding me back. I slipped out of their grips and kicked her where it should hurt. I lifted her face and threw her down kicking her shoulder.

"WHAT YOU GUNNA DO NOW! HUH!" She got back up knocking me into the wall. She held me by the shoulders forcing me down. I bit her hand.

"OW!"

"Shut up bitch." I kicked her directly in the stomach. I held her neck. Trying to choke her. I felt 4 hands taking me off of her. It was Tom and Bill.

"LET GO OF ME!" The twins grip was iron. I tried struggling but couldn't Julia helped Chantelle out of the hotel room. As soon as possible they were gone therefore Tom and Bill let me go.

"You have blood near your lip." Bill said. Tom went to the kitchen to get a clothe. He came back.. With a bandage.. And a warm wet cloth. He started to wipe my wounds and patch them up. I looked away from him.

"Do you know what's funny, Tom got in a fight with Jesse McCartney and you Chantelle." Bill said laughing a little. After I was wounded up I sat there quiet.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT? You nearly killed her!"

"What was I suppose to do ACT LIKE A PUSSY!" Tom said nothing.

"I should be the one asking shit.. How could you lie like its not a big thing.. How did you get those scratches? Huh?"

"Scratches?" Bill cut in.

"Bill shut up." I said with a growl in my voice. "EXPLAIN!"

"I used a fork.." I ripped the necklace off my neck and threw it against the wall.

"Just get out Tom."

"What so you can go off killing girls. YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THAT!"

"WHAT THE HELL? TOM YOU HURT ME! HOW-- HOW CAN YOU FORGET!" Tom stormed out the door, slamming it shut. I sat there trying not to cry.

"Uhh." Bill said. I let out a deep breath. The door opened revealing Julia with a little blood on her.

"Julia you okay?" Bill asked concerned. She pushed past him and walked over to me.

"Izzy, you alright."

"I should be the one asking that."

"Oh it's her blood, you scratched her really deep. Oh and Bill sorry." He just nodded.

"That was awesome." She added. I looked at her- smiling.

"Thanks."

"Who knew you could fight!"

"I'm from L.A. we don't play." I said laughing. Bill walked out the door suddenly then came back. With shopping bags.

"I forgot to bring you shopping. But I bought those clothes!" He dumped the clothes on the bed, revealing tight short stuff. I picked up shorts that were distressed then looked at Bill.

"Are you serious I'm going to look like a hoochie."

"What's a hoochie?" Julia asked.

"A slut, whore all that shit." Bill said. Bill picked out a outfit. The out fit had a mini distressed skirt, with a halter, that had black flower design. Pretty fancy. And heels. I stared at it mouth opened.

"Bill has style!" Julia exclaimed. I glared at her. She backed out slowly.

"Really Bill?"

"Really." He said confidently.

"When do I have to wear it."

"Since its hot tomorrow then." I shook my head at while rubbing my temples.

"Okay.. I'll do it." Bill and I shook on it.

A/N- I was stressed. Ha-ha I'm not doin the science thing I figure, it's too much work I'm going to focus on my stories=)